"Uh, you're going to carry him back?" Feng Mingyou asked.
A seed appeared on Zhang Deming's fingertip. A vine shot out, instantly wrapping around Zong En's waist. Only then did Zhang Deming say, "Well, something like that."
After he spoke, the vine bound the two of them together. The Light Wings on Zhang Deming's heels vibrated. He glanced back at the stunned and uncomfortable Zong En and said, "Hold on."
"Uh... huh?" Zong En was completely bewildered, just as Zhang Deming had been at first.
"I said, hold on," Zhang Deming repeated.
Zong En said awkwardly, "Um, Brother Ming, this isn't a good idea, is it? We're already pretty close like this. If we start hugging, it'll look really bad if someone sees us.
It's no big deal for you, but I still have to live here!"
Zhang Deming rolled his eyes at Zong En, not bothering to argue. He turned to Steward Feng and said, "Goodbye. I'll leave the rest to you, Steward."
